if the mattress was a table top

and the bed sheet was a page

we'd be written out

like a couple of question marks

my convex

to your concave

we'd be lying here

to be under the sunsets



are you ready now

are you gonna glow in the dark

are you gonna show me how



do you like to watch when water misbehaves

do you like waves

as the wind shifts and shifts again

the sails smile

and then he slaps around the mast



the mattress was a table top

the bed sheet was a page

we'd be lying here

my convex

to your concave



you come to me

with cake in your pocket

you come to me

nicely

like that soft kinda cake that's mostly icing

you come to me ready and

we'll bring the angel food

bring the angel food

angel food

angel food